Honey With the Black Hair

POV Sage Finally, the senior year of high school is the best and worst year. It's the end of high school life but a repetitive year filled with more tests and grown idiots who want to pull pranks. I couldn't find someone to give me a ride today and both my parents are usually at work so to the bus stop I go. Frankly, I don't mind mornings, it's just who messes with it. I grabbed my phone to check the weather. It says it's going to be windy so I'm going to wear brown sweats with a big white graphic T-shirt and some vans. Thankfully the bus stop is just down the street. My dad works as a long-haul truck driver most of the time he's gone for days, and my mom is currently a construction manager, she's an architect but she likes to see that everything is going according to the blueprints and no shortcuts are taken. Anyway, the point is they can't take me, so I take the bus at 6:30 and another bus, which takes an hour total, leaving me half an hour to enjoy a peaceful breakfast bar and some light reading in a classroom. I recently started reading a new book called The Girl Who Drank the Moon. It was recommended by one of the kids I babysit, she's a little bookworm and introverted but when she talks about books she seems like a whole new person. Her parents want me to try and get her to be a little more outgoing so she can make friends and usually I wouldn't try so hard, but the pay is good and she's a sweetheart, so I don't mind. Actually, I forgot to text Mrs. Sanderson to see if they still need a babysitter tonight. I quickly shot a text. Me: Hi Mrs. Sanderson, do you still need a sitter for this afternoon? Mrs. Sanderson: Good Morning Sage, yes, I do but if you don't mind could you come a bit sooner at 4 instead? Me: Yes of course that's fine, could you convince your son to give me a ride after school? Mrs. Sanderson: No problem, Hun, Michael would be happy to. Me: Thank you so much I quickly put my phone in my pocket and pulled out the book. It was a couple of chapters later when the teacher walked in. She raised a brow once she saw me. "Still hiding away Ms. Flores?" "Not hiding, I just prefer a peaceful morning and you're the only teacher who is willing to entrust me with your classroom while not in it." "Sounds a lot like hiding but it's alright I understand it's a bit hectic today with the new freshmen." I give Ms. Barraza a sheepish smile, she's always understanding and very nice. Though she does tend to call me out a lot not in front of other people thankfully she's very relaxed compared to the other 60-year-old grumpy teachers. RIIING "Bye, I'll see you for sixth period." I get up and walk to homeroom, there's an assembly today to welcome the freshmen so it'll cut into first period, and I would skip it, but they take attendance before and after the assembly. I get into the classroom to see a seating chart on the board, which is ridiculous, I find my name in the middle row and go to sit down. As I notice the students pilling in I see a lot of athletes and nerds, that sounds a little rude I just mean smart people or people required to have good grades to do something. Homerooms are generally big to fit a lot of students, the school will sort it out by GPA at the beginning of the year, and halfway through the year the school will change everyone's homeroom based on the updated GPA. No one I'm really friends with is here just people I don't like because their whole personality is their school status or introverts that will take weeks to get them to be comfy around me.  After everyone is seated and quiet the teacher starts taking attendance. Just as she's standing up to probably begin an announcement the classroom door swings open. And standing there is someone I really wished wasn't. "I'm assuming your Casper Wright?" the teacher questions crossing her arms with a disapproving look. Casper simply smiles and nods his head moving to sit in the empty seat in front of me. "It's not a good first impression to come late on the first day of school." "Sorry teach there was horrible traffic" he states sarcastically sending her a wink. She sits back down rolling her eyes with a tinge of pink on her cheeks. You can hear all the girls in the class giggle at his obvious flirting with the teacher. What a real charmer. Well, I guess this is how my hell begins.